I believe that there exists in this subjective field, an unquestionable truth. I believe in good music. What gives me this delusion? For a long time, I wasn’t so sure. I’ve long equated music with religion — and the medium has equated itself as well.

Heads Last night, I had one of those philosophical conversations that always ends with life’s great intellectual volvulus: the question of whether anything matters. I believe this is less of a question and more of a self-fulfilling prophecy. It’s easy…